The oldest stories of human creation told us that we were carefully constructed in "his" divine image. And that our bodies were molded through love and understanding. While our minds lay engineered with the innate ability to separate emotion from logic. Unfortunately for the creator the very "gift" of intellect he bestowed upon his children, acted merely as the blade In which we used to separate from him. Our newly implanted intelligence led us to wonder,dare and dream at our very place amongst the stars. Over time the same love and empathy that laid the blue print of our very exist we viewed now as humanities crutch. And what took its place were microchips,rockets and innovation. Technology now became our God, and it's gifts allowed us to fabricate life reducing its importance to a mere cheap trick. What will our designer feel for us now that he has returned to his children? Will he view us as his equal, lords of our domain? Or merely a poor replication of his original intent? These answer less questions race through my mind in rapid succession, as I stare hypnotically skyward. And behind my astronaut helmet lay fearful eyes, from watching the heavenly geometric craft slowly descending before us. Does his ancient love for his children still exist? Or will he gaze upon us now with new eyes and not old?